Bell Bottom Trousers,

(Coat of Navy Blue)

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Singing bell bottom trousers,
Coat of navy-blue.
Let him climb the rigging
Like his daddy used to do.

Once there was a waitress
In the Prince George Hotel,
Her mistress was a lady
And her master was a swell.

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They knew she was a simple girl
And lately from the farm.
And so they watched her carefully
To keep her from all harm.

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The Forty Second Fusiliers
Came marching into town.
And with them came a complement
Of rapists of reknown.

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They busted every maidenhead
That came within their spell.
But they never made the waitress
From the Prince George Hotel.

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Next came a company
Of the Prince of Wales' Hussars
They piled into the whore house
And they packed along the bars.

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Many a maid and mistress
And wife before them fell.
But they never made the waitress
From the Prince George Hotel.

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One day there came a sailor.
Just an ordinary bloke.
A-bulging at the trousers.
With a heart of solid oak.

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At sea without a woman
For seven years or more.
There wasn't any need to ask
What he was looking for.

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He asked her for a candlestick
To light his way to bed.
He asked her for a pillow
To rest his weary head.

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And speaking to her gently.
Just as if he meant no harm.
He asked her if she'd come to bed
Just so's to keep him warm.

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She lifted up the blanket
And a moment there did lie.
He was on her; he was in her
In the twinkling of an eye.

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He was out again, and in again,
And plowing up a storm.
And the only words she said to him:
"I hope you're keeping warm."

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Then early in the morning
The sailor he arose
Saying here's a two pound note.
My dear, for the damage I have done.

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If you have a daughter,
Bounce her on your knee.
If you have a son,
Send the bastard out to sea.

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